“Alaric!!!!” The Duke of Corwyn jumped out of his warm bed, going from fully naked to acceptably dressed with sword in hand in only two minutes. Such was the force of his cousin’s fear, a voice that repeated the duke’s name and faded to nothing.

“Richenda! Did you hear that?” he asked his wife, wide awake, alert, seeking outward with her Deryni senses as she burrowed further under the heavy coverlet. “I heard Duncan, he was very frightened but there was a healthy sense of relief as well,” she said.

“He isn’t answering, and he should be awake and preparing for early Mass,” the duke thought. Continuing the mental scan, the Duchess slipped into her shift and robes, thankful for the spells she learned as a child to magically fasten the many laces, ties and buttons of her clothing. Maids were important for propriety and feminine fussing, but sometimes it was important to just be dressed quickly.

“He isn’t answering at all, it’s as if he fell off the edge of the Earth,” Alaric was now very worried, wondering who else was in Rhemuth right now. “Richenda, my darling, I must go and find out what happened.”

“Yes, of course you must go. I will stay here with the children and reach out to my kin.” Richenda had powerful relatives who might be able to find Duncan. If Uncle Azim was busy, perhaps she could reach out to her odd cousin Wazr. But first, she had to hear from Alaric, who had kissed her and strode onto a secret Portal....

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I realized that I wanted to be Deryni, would have loved to be another niece of Uncle Azim, perhaps living on a Fianna vineyard.... but I'm a never wazzer

Well... there is a transfer portal in Valoret that got turned into a garderobe. I find it impossible to rule out that the same might not have happened somewhere else and that some poor Deryni in a desperate situation might not make a fortuitious discovery.